Sugar Man, won't you hurry 'cause I'm tired of these scenes. For a blue coin, won't you bring back all those colors to my dreams? Silver magic ships,… - Sixto Rodriguez

And you measure for wealth by the things you can hold
and you measure for love by the sweet things you're told
and you live in the past of a dream that you're in
and your selfishness is your cardinal sin.
And you want to be held with highest regard.
It delights you so much
if he's trying so hard.
And you're trying to conceal your ordinary way
with a smile or a shrug
or some stolen cliché.
But don't you understand?
And don't you look about?
I'm trying to take nothing from you
so why should you act so put out, for me?

But thanks for your time.
Then you can thank me for mine.
And after that's said,
forget it.
Don't be inane,
there's no one to blame:
no reason why
you should stay here
and lie to me.
Don't say any more,
just walk out the door,
I'll get along fine.
You'll see.

Born in the troubled city
in rock and roll USA
in the shadow of the tallest building,
I vowed I would break away.
Listened to the Sunday actors
but all they would ever say:
That you can't get away from it.
No you can't get away.
No you can't get away from it.
No you can't get away.